I've had him, too. But I was seriously drunk.
'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That kick was a thing of beauty. Actual tears.
It was the clock management that blew me away. That's something I've never seen them do - march down the field and use enough time to not allow an answer. So beautiful. Even the Eagles fans we ended up watching the game with (bar with 12 screens) were graciously admiring.
Damn, I'm seeing him right now. I thought he loved me!
He loves us all, each in his own special way, Amy. I'm having him right now AIFG.
I don't miss him. I miss Clove, his exotic cousin.
He loves us all, each in his own special way
If he starts manifesting noodly appendages, I'm pulling out the napalm.
Also, he's freaking expensive.
Also, he's freaking expensive.
The real whores always are. (All those years I thought I was just picking him up casually, no real commitments, just some light social fun, and he was always with someone else? H-O-O-R, and I never even let myself see it.)
Seriously, what has Nic done for YOU, lately? Brought you flowers? Paid the bills? Given you sexual delights?
Also, he's freaking expensive.
Ain't it the truth. And for what? He cheats, he lies, he's bad for me...
::runs outside to make eyes at him::